i am a waiter, waiting.


too transactional, too business-like.
a weight of worthiness.
take it on, and it gives.
nothing unnecessary, nothing more.
the bare essentials, the minimum of survival.


put more of them in and one by one, they'll fall apart.
ignorance is truly bliss.


i buy myself time.
at a cost i cannot afford.


well i never felt more like running away
but why should i go cause i couldnt stay
without you, you got me singing the blues.

perfection at 9:02 PM